I find myself saying the above phrase a lot. Sometimes it is in response to a friend asking me how a life change of mine is going. Sometimes it is the answer I hear myself giving to someone wondering what might be in store for them as they make choices in their own lives. Continue reading “A Different Kind of Hard”
If you read my post last week, then you know my vacation got off to a bit of a…shall we say…rough start. It was one challenge after another, but we made it through.
A major reason that this is truth is because of the life support system that I am blessed with. Sometimes when I’m within the swirl, it’s hard to stand back and truly appreciate it all. I’m grateful as it all happens, but that doesn’t do it justice. Not entirely. Continue reading “Grateful to Be Hooked Up to Life Support”
If you write a blog long enough, and the people in your world read it enough, you eventually get to the point where now and then you hear “this should be a blog.” It’s usually uttered when silliness or chaos or pure crazy ensues because you can practically feel the story that is ready to be told.
I heard this multiple times Saturday…and here’s why. Continue reading ““This Should Be a Blog””
Losses. Fights. Scarcity. Illness. Abuse. Accidents. We don’t need Freud to tell us that no one gets through life unscathed. We merely have to live it. And I’ve lived long enough to experience how the hard parts of life help create you—shape you. Continue reading “Sitting with You in the Suckiness”
For the last couple years, I’ve had to accept that my near vision needs a little support. Prior to that, I may have been a little cocky that I didn’t need that support when so many other people in my world did. I know, I know—it’s ridiculous because I realize I have absolutely no control over how well my eyes work. Continue reading “Upon Closer Examination…Is Closer Always Better?”
Over the weekend, I had a text conversation with someone that didn’t go so well. There was some frustration on both sides, and I think the texts were read with that filter in place. She “read me wrong,” and I’m pretty sure I did the same with her. (Not all that uncommon in the world of texting.) Continue reading “It’s All in the Interpretation, Right?”
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